Lookout Mountain

A belt in the car broke and coolant has splashed throughout the engine. We are stopped on a mountain road between two rises. I noticed a vertical pattern in the rock face of a cliff some distance behind us, and similar on a smaller cliff next to us (dark gray to sand red to dark gray etc.). I wonder of this is caused by the crust contracting and folding down together, causing what was once horizontal to become vertical.

Car ran again about a mile. Power-steering quit again and smoke from hood. Radiator is spraying coolant. A Hispanic man stopped and gave us a ride to a nearby AutoZone to get replacement radiator.

I've been contending with something in my mind. It may be my "fear of drowning". Maybe it's a fear of death. Fear of the unknown--or uncertain. Fear of myself. Fear of other people. Fear of losing control. Fear of truly facing the pain of rejection.

The rain falling down on the land behind us... never have I seen something so beautiful.